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You Don't Know The Half Of It

He would've helped. He really, honestly would've. How was The Famous Edward Cullen supposed to know that his high school girlfriend had given birth to his daughter? How was he supposed to know that his ex-girlfriends brother, who was also her best friend, got in a car accident and the hospital wasnt child friendly? How was he supposed to know that his six year old daughter had to stay with him until her uncle recovered? And how was Emmett supposed to know what stupid was a mean word? AN: A little OOC. Oh, who am I kidding? Bella and Edward are so out of character, its not even funny! Well, I hope its funny. But still. You get what I'm saying. Oh, and banner courtesy of lunamoon!

This is kind of based off the Game Plan. I watched it with my brother and liked the idea of it so I made it a story. Some of the stuff in her is straight out of the movie, but most of the stuff is mine!

22. The Prodigal Father Returns

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Bella Swan

How the hell do you make this?

It was Saturday morning and I, being the thoughtful girl I was, wanted to make my family breakfast. But how exactly did I do that? We had all the ingredients, yes. We had the utensils. And we had the time. But we were lacking serious skill. I was known for my macaroni and my grilled cheese. I can make eggs and toast, and I'd seen my mom make pancakes. Plus, we had bacon, sausage and maple syrup. It couldn't be that hard. Right?


This was terrifying. I had made the toast successfully so far, and had six eggs done. Only about ten more to go. The pancakes were a different story. I had the batter made. There were only a few egg shells. No one would notice, I was sure. They were small peices anyway. The bacon kept sizzling grease at me and, ow, it kind of hurt. I wasn't used to hot drops of grease jumping at my arms. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, let me tell you.

Anyway, after an excruciatingly long morning of cooking, Edward came down the stairs in a pair of red plaid pajama pants and np shirt. I hadn't seen him without a shirt on since we were teenagers. It was long overdue. I was practically drooling when he came in, his hair ruffled with sleep in his eyes. He looked like God in superstar format. One of the many reasons I loved him so much.

"You made breakfast?" He asked, schocked.

"Naturally." I grinned, kissing him chastely on the lips.

"I've never seen you cook anything harder then cereal." He chuckled, putting pancakes on a plate.

"I've made macaroni." I reminded him.

"In the microwave." He snorted.

"It doesn't take as long in the microwave." I argued.

"You're the most impatient person I know." He rolled his eyes, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Thats why you love me." I murmured, sitting next to him. I pulled him over to me and kissed him, long and hard. He seemed a little surprised. I mean, we were just making up. This was pushing it a little.

"Mommy and Daddy sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g..." Lila's voice brought us back to reality. We pulled apart, and found her in the kitchen doorway, looking a little disghusted. I would too if I was six and found my parents making out.

"Hey, baby girl. Want some breakfast?" I asked, getting up to get her a plate.

She nodded, eagerly. I fixed her a plate with a very small portion of almost everything. She didn't like eggs. She sat in my lap while she ate, chatting away, trying to be a grown up. I thought it was cute. Edward just found it amusing, he pretended to take her very seriously when she said it might rain today.

"Well, we'll have to take umbrellas." He announced, grimly.

"I'll go get my barbie one!" She exclaimed, climbing off my lap.

"Lila!" She was already down the hall.

"And she's gone."

Edward laughed, quietly. "Lets get ready. Jack's probably been awake for hours now."

I glanced at the clock. 8:27. He was probably right. Jack was one of those nerdy early risers. We got ready quickly, just as Aunt Mari and Mom were waking up.

"You going to see Jack, kid?" Mom asked, smoothing out my hair as I slipped my flip flops on.

"Yeah. I'm bringing him breakfast." I told her, holding up the tubberware filled with bacon and eggs.

"Thats sweet." She smiled. She'd been in a extra good mood since Dino was out of the picture. "I'll be by in a little bit."

"Gotcha." I said, kissing her on the cheek.We drove to the hospital, with Lila humming in the backseat.

She was trying to tell us that she was as good as Daddy. She did have some raw talent for a six year old, I'd admit. But nothing to brag about. Yet. Edward had gone with Lila to the bathroom, so I headed to Jack's room. As I reached for the door, I heard Jack's voice. It was low, like he didn't want people to hear him. There was a gruffer voice too. Almost like......

I swung the door open and I swear to God my eyes fell out of my head. Standing there, in an old police uniform and scuffed up shoes, was the sperm doner. Thats right. The man I once called Dad. Daddy. The man I once called my hero. My idol. Now he was scum. He didn't look any different. He had a few more lines on his face then before. Mostly laugh lines, actually. What did he have to laugh about? He had no family.

"Bella?" He looked astonished. "Well, look at you."

"Yeah. Look at me." I stepped into the room, slowly.

"I was just telling him to fuck off." Jack hissed, annoyed.

"And I was just telling Jack that I didn't plan on fucking off." Charlie, as I was now referring to him, grunted. "Listen, Bells, I know you're mad-"

"Mad? Oh, no. The mad ship sailed about twelve years ago, when I turned thirteen without you. That ship is fucking around in Figi by now." I growled.

"Okay, okay. I get your point. But, honey-"

"You lost the right to call me honey, when you walked out thirteen years ago." I snapped.

"Bella," He sighed, looking incredibly weary. "Just let me talk."

"Fine." I hissed. "You have five minutes."

"Thirty seconds." Jack grumbled.

"Bella, I never meant to hurt you. I never ever wanted to see you upset. I left your mother because it was the right thing to do. We weren't happy. I wasn't happy." He tried desperately to explain.

"You werent' happy with your life, so you bailed on two kids that needed you?" I asked, angrily. "Thats going to make me forgive you."

"Hey, kid! I may not have been there for a few years, but I'm still your father. And I deserve some respect." He told me, sternly. Like he could boss me around.

"You know what you deserve? A kick in the ass, thats it. You think you can just come in here and pretend like you never left? Well, you can't!" I snapped.

"Isabella Marie, I know its been hard for you, its been hard for me too. But that doesn't mean we can't fix things-"

"You had thirteen years to fix things." I argued.

"Stop cutting me off, Bella!" He demanded. "Is that really how your mother and I raised you?"

"No. Thats how Mom raised me. Thats how Jack raised me. Thats how I raised myself. You didn't raise me. Ten years, big whoop. Thats nothing. Do you know how much you missed? Do you?"

He was silent. Grave.

"You missed everything. You missed my first day of middle school, of high school. You missed both Jack and I's graduations. You missed me falling in love, you missed me making friends. You missed me getting pregnant." His head shot up. "And more importantly- you've missed six years of your granddaughters life. Six years she'll never get back. And thirteen that I'll never get back."

"You had a baby at," He seemed to be doing the math in his head. "seventeen?"

"Maybe if you had been here, you wouldn't be so shocked." I murmured.

He looked at me pleadingly. "Bella, you have no idea how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you. Or Jack, or your mother. Louie told me what happened with her husband, and I'm so sorry. Kid, I missed you so much. I didn't want to leave you. I was debating on whether or not to take you and Jack with me. But I couldn't do that, not to my baby. I wasn't about to pick you up from the life you had and force you to start a new one somewhere else. I love you, Bella. You're my daughter, and I love you. Don't you beleive me?"

I stared at him. Maybe he was telling the truth. Both him and I weren't very good liars. I got my lying skills from him. Maybe be was going to stick around. But what if he didn't? I couldn't set myself up for that kind of pain again. And I couldn't risk that for Lila. I wasn't about to let her get hurt like that. Lila gets attatched to people. Easily, very easily. I have to factor her in. And Edward? He's going to want to go back to California soon. I can't expect him to stay here with me and family, just because 'Dad' is here. That wouldn't be fair to him. He had a career he needed to get back to. I wasn't going to stope him from leaving, as much as I wanted to. And how would Renee feel about him just walking back into our lives like this? Devestated, maybe. Hurt. Confused. A little dirty. Who knows? I didn't. But as much as I hated to admit it....I missed Dad. Yes, Dad. My Dad. I missed him. And I want him back.

So I'd made my decision. Time for Jack to make his.

Dad was looking down At Jack, avoiding eye contact with me. I winked at Jack, quickly. Jack sighed, warily and rolled his eyes. He threw his hands up in the air and mumbled, unhappily,

"And the Prodigal Father returns."